I believe every one of us at one time or the other starts searching for love. Some go through their whole life ignoring their hearts desire just to search feverishly for what is it that matters on their death beds. Some others are truly lucky, Love finds them. Love presents itself in front of them in such lovely ways that it is impossible for anyone to ignore. Lucky Bastards. But many of us are not that fortunate yet we don’t give up, we are not undermined, we search for it with all our vigor.
Why do I love the silence of the moon,
The paradisal distance of the dawn,
I believe myself lucky when it comes to love. No, love did not show itself in front of me and knock on my door but I did not had to search much to find it an I was luckier still that I knew it when I found it. It really is true that when true love blossoms its hard to ignore and impossible to notice. It feels like the whole and everything in it comes to be revolving around that special someone. What you do and what you think, everything starts and ends with that someone.
The depth of eve mysteriously withdrawn,
Better than all the roses of late June,
One can always force oneself to love a person but that is
not the true nature of love. At all times such love shall feel empty and its
abysmal absence felt upon mankind? One cam always adjust, analyze and feel
secure in love. Love is inherently volatile, unyielding and never shape. It is
as chaotic as the moments of genesis was and so is it just as tranquil and
serene as the midnight lakes. Love takes no prisoners nor ever call for peace,
yet it is never the war nor the clandestine blood splatter.
The garden's breath, the orchard's golden boon,
The burning brightness of the new-mown lawn,
I had my heart broken not once, not twice nor thrice but
many more a times. It has been bruised and it has been violated beyond healing,
yet my heart could not stop itself from the vindictive search for love. Then
came the absence, the abstinence and the stale doldrums and after all of the
hells ailments came the light and came the peace.
The mossy forest-floor with beech-mast strawn,
And green trees waving in the depth of noon.
It was a smile at first and then a giggle, It was a hello at first and then serene silence, a touch then its prolonged absence, an emptiness and then the feeling of universal belonging and then the feeling of weightlessness sans hunger sans thirst. Like the vagabond clouds in the heaven his mighty and afterwards the freshness of the virgin earth at the first touch of the mighty rain.
Night hath her dreams and the lone heart its tears;
Silence and longing weep themselves to rest
Then one day in the autumnal bliss of the solitary morning, in her lovely poster resembling much mighty artists’ works and in the absence of time, space and reason I knew, I knew what is it that I held in my heart and unknowingly sans reason and logic I drew her near and sealed us with a kiss. Not a long prolonged slobbering of lust but the lightest brushing my trembling lips on her snow like cheek.
Each on the other's mild and maiden breast;
The seeking spirit sighs, the dim star hears;
Oh Bliss Eternal. This was the moment of great love that had extended many a millennia, time was not in any hurry and reason had not one bit of sand to stand upon. This was our moment and our alone and the all the earth and the heavens above were ours and ours alone. This was my moment of enlightening and my moment of atonement. The final act of supreme love and from it came love and love only.
